There’s so much to be seen.
Something here, something there, something almost everywhere.
Here is another tompostpile olio, of things-seen from over the last few days. With comments and digressions.
I was pruning a tangle of multiflora rose vines from the edge of the road, and happened to look underneath the spruce tree on the other side of the road. Purple? Myrtle! I remembered Alice Mathewson, my childhood nature and gardening mentoressa. She once told me that if you look hard enough, you can find a myrtle flower in every month of the year.
Over time, birds come and birds go. When I was a lad, we had neither cardinal nor bluebird nor tufted titmouse. Now we do. We had bobwhite quail and field birds. Now we pretty much don’t. Of late, fish crows, in large numbers, have appeared.
One of the pleasures of a photograph is that it allows you to preserve an instant in time, and to study it later. When you return to that frozen instant, you can see things you did not see at the time.
I had gone off-Island for a doctor appointment, and had a little extra time for errands beforehand. I bought a new daybook at the stationers, and then went to buy a couple of small tarps.
Fog obscures and hides, but at the same time reveals underlying shapes.
Last night at eleven o’clock it was 57°F. This morning at five o’clock it was 57°F. This December has been warm. Very warm. The last few days have been about twenty degrees warmer than “average”. The flowers don’t mind.
Along our road is a patch of this lovely grass.
There are many creative people on this island. Artists, artisans, and more. Anywhere you go, you see evidence of this creative spirit. Even house numbers are made with inventiveness.
Just down the street from that number 31 house sign, a holiday grouping has appeared.
I have no idea who made this installation, but it’s been there for days now, and nobody has messed with it.
And that’s the latest olio from thetompostpile.